Stripped City Adra · The Old Man's Goal

Although Gray wanted to ask what it was, after thinking for a long while, she more or less came up with her own answer.

Magicians were a group of people who pursued the Root. In order to reach it, they would stop at nothing; even abandoning everything that made them human was not a problem.

But she had only heard Miss Olga Marie talk about such things. Among the magicians she had actually met in Animusphere, they were all good people. They were not like Olga Marie had described, willing to sacrifice everything to reach the Root.

Still, they all had their own goals and worked tirelessly toward them. So what was her own goal?

She lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.

As for her own goal, she could vaguely sense what she wanted, but it was still so hazy, as though separated by a veil.

"What are you thinking about?"

Michael noticed Gray's silence and asked softly.

"I..."

Gray raised her head. The confusion in her eyes had yet to fade. Her lips moved slightly, and she seemed somewhat troubled.

Watching Add and Gray interact, Michael unconsciously laughed.

"I was just wondering what my goal is."

As he spoke, Michael looked up at the night sky above them. The sky was exceptionally clear tonight, without a trace of gloom. They could even see the bright sea of stars again after so long.

Michael asked with great interest.

"Then it seems there really isn't much left worth pursuing. But for me, I still have a goal—for example, living each day steadily and well."

Ling Meng covered his forehead, tears welling in his eyes.

Add muttered to himself, repeating Michael's words.

After hesitating for quite a while, Ling Meng asked softly. If one did not listen